( he knows it's not just him, not really him. it's her sister, john henry holliday; if he had to wager another few guesses, jason and homelander. he helps her into the chair, though there's no reason to do so, despite the agony that overwhelms her. his touch runs down her arms as if it might soothe her, and then he turns wordlessly to his dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a coiled wheel of rope.
he does like to be prepared for any eventualities.
with a steadying breath, his back turned, he can admit to himself this is one he does not relish. witnessing wynonna in the pain she suffers now let alone what's surely to come is something he will certainly weather — but that doesn't lessen the difficulty of it.
he shuts the drawer and returns, kneeling before her, his hands settling at her thighs. injecting some humor into his voice, he says, ) This isn't how I wished we might explore some rope-work.
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he does like to be prepared for any eventualities.
with a steadying breath, his back turned, he can admit to himself this is one he does not relish. witnessing wynonna in the pain she suffers now let alone what's surely to come is something he will certainly weather — but that doesn't lessen the difficulty of it.
he shuts the drawer and returns, kneeling before her, his hands settling at her thighs. injecting some humor into his voice, he says, ) This isn't how I wished we might explore some rope-work.